A familiar face

You look round in alarm, reflexively covering yourself with your arms, then gasp in surprise as you recognise the female warrior, now wearing some slightly upgraded armour, with the hated crest of the Witchfinders emblazoned on the chest! She blushes involuntarily as she clearly recognises you too.

Your mind races. Is she a Witchfinder now? Will she see you for what you are? You desperately try to think of a way out. Attacking her is no good. She's armed and armoured while you are distinctly not. It's too late to run or hide.

What are you doing here? And naked! Did those mean cultists catch you? I bet they were going to sacrifice you to whichever demon they worship!

Once again it seems this adventurer's naivety is to your advantage. Or perhaps it's something to do with your new abilities. Either way, you intend to make the most of the opportunity fate has given you.

Pressing your naked body against her, you sob with relief that is only partially false.

Oh, thank the Gods you're here! It was terrible, just terrible! Please, take me away from this awful place, I beg you!

You worry that she'll see through your ruse, your Guile skill is only level 1 after all, but she takes the bait, and you reinforce the deception with a deep and not entirely appropriate kiss, your crystal-tainted saliva making her even more amenable to your wishes. She kisses you back, before remembering where she is, and shakes her head at you, her expression dazed.

N-not here! If the others see they might think you're one of them... You aren't, are you?

She asks hesitantly, a hint of suspicion creeping into her voice. You shake your head before burying it in her shoulder and heaving another sob.

Oh no, please, you have to believe me! After we... I mean when you... I woke up here. I don't know how I got here!

You plead with her, artfully managing a blush as you allude to your previous encounter, hoping she falls for your ruse before any real Witchfinders show up. You heave a sigh of relief as a little scroll appears above the adventurer's head, indicating she's accepted your "quest".

Put this on and follow me! We don't want anyone asking awkward questions!

She hands you a woolen cloak, which you wrap around yourself, and takes your hand, leading you back out through the caves. You try not to show any emotion as you see the bodies of your friends scattered around the cavern, but are unable to completely stifle your tears. Luckily your guide mistakes your whimpers for fear rather than sorrow, and gives your hand a comforting squeeze.